Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loved By The Lycan King : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

LAILA’S POVThe air was thick with the scent of anger and fear—metallic, like blood on the wind. My heart pounded so violently I could feel it in my throat, each beat a drum of war against my ribs. Blood roared in my ears, drowning out everything but the ragged sound of my own breathing.I stood between them—my brother, Jackson, a storm of fury with his claws bared, and Alex, my mate, motionless behind me, his silence heavier than any words.This was always going to happen.Alex had known it the moment he insisted on bringing me home. And yet, he’d come anyway.Jackson’s growl ripped through the tension, low and guttural, his golden eyes burning with murderous intent. “Move, Laila.”I didn’t flinch. My muscles coiled, my Lycan form bristling, every instinct screaming at me to protect, to fight. But I forced myself to shift back just enough—just so he could see me, not just the wolf.“No.” My voice was raw, trembling with defiance. “I won’t let you kill him.”Jackson’s lip curled, his

XAVIER’S POVThe world slowed to a stop. Jackson lunged—his body a blur of fury, his claws glinting under the harsh sunlight. Laila’s scream tore through the air, sharp as shattered glass. And then—thud. Alex hit the ground like a sack of bricks, his body limp, blood already blooming across his temple.My breath caught. For a heartbeat, I wasn’t standing in the courtyard anymore.I was back there. Back to the day my sister—Laila, the first Laila—threw herself between me and Alpha Ross.Gods.I hadn’t let myself remember that day in years. But now? Watching my daughter—my little girl—leap between her brother and her mate like history was determined to repeat itself? It was like a fist to the chest.The anger. The fear. The stubborn refusal to understand. And then—the regret. The kind that lingers. The kind that haunts.That day, I’d swung at Ross for daring to touch my sister, for thinking he had any claim on her. I was young. Proud. Furious. I was her brother, her protector. And when

ALEX’S POVThe cold of the dungeon floor had long since burrowed deep into my bones—a relentless, gnawing ache that matched the throbbing in my skull. Every breath was sharp, my ribs protesting like shattered glass shifting beneath my skin. I slumped against the rough stone wall, my head lolling back as the damp chill of the cell seeped through my torn shirt.I should be dead.Jackson’s fist had connected with the force of a sledgehammer, his Alpha strength unchecked, fueled by pure, unbridled rage. And yet, somehow, I was still breathing.But it wasn’t the pain that kept me awake.It was her.Laila’s face flickered behind my closed eyelids—her trembling fingers gripping the rusted bars, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice breaking as she whispered, "I love you."That memory alone was the only thing stitching me together.A dry, rasping chuckle cut through the silence.Logan.I turned my head just enough to see him dragging himself up against the bars separating our cells

ALEX’S POV“That went better than I had expected, don’t you think?” Logan’s voice pulled me out of my momentary thoughts, and I turned to face him.“You can say that. We still have both our heads intact,” I said, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.“Enough chit-chat. Come on, let’s go,” one of the guards bellowed, turning to lead the way out of the hallway.The walk to the private quarters was suffocating, each step weighed down by the oppressive silence. Only the steady rhythm of our footsteps and the occasional rustle of the guards’ uniforms filled the air. Their eyes burned into my back like hot brands—sharp, distrusting, as if we were feral beasts seconds away from tearing out their throats.I didn’t blame them.Hell, I wasn’t even sure I wouldn’t snap myself. My wrists throbbed where the cuffs had bitten into my skin, the flesh raw and tender. My jaw pulsed with a dull, persistent ache—Jackson’s punch had been brutal, precise, fueled by months of hatred. And my prid

KAREN’S POVAs soon as he crawled on top of me, his hand slid under my shirt, and I broke the kiss. Our eyes met, and he smiled softly before whispering, “I need you, please.” As if he needed to beg. As if this wasn’t the only thing I’d ever wanted the entire time I was waiting for him to come home. Well… the second thing. The first? His presence, here with me.Nodding softly, I pulled him back down to me, reconnecting our lips as Jackson squeezed my breast gently. My body relaxed into the bed, legs widening as his thumb caressed my nipple. Kissing me deeper, he alternated between each of my breasts before slipping his fingers between my folds.I was already wet—soaking wet. There was really no need for foreplay. Besides, we’d wasted too much time these past few days to let another moment pass without being together. I was literally aching for him.Jackson seemed to be on the same page because he quickly spread my legs and pressed my knees into the bed. My eyes lowered to his abs as h